Yes ! and the bedpost was his own . The bed was his own , the room was his own . Best and happiest of all , the Time before him was his own , to make amends in !

Dear diary, what a day it's been

Dear diary, it's been just like a dream

Woke up too late; wasn't where I should have been

For goodness sake what's happening to me

Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary

 

It was cold outside my door

So many people by the score

Rushing around so senselessly

They don't notice there's people like me

Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary

 

They don't know what they're playing

They've no way of knowing what the game is

Still they carry on doing what they can

Outside me, yours truly, dear diary

 

It's over; will tomorrow be the same?

I know that they're really not to blame

If they weren't so blind then surely they'd see

There's a much better way for them to be

Inside me, yours truly, dear diary

 

Done